Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.



Sonya said that Natasha was in her bedroom.
Natasha was sitting on the bed, pale and dry eyed, and was gazing at the icons and whispering something as she rapidly crossed herself.
Seeing her mother she jumped up and flew to her.
"Well, Mamma?... Well?..." "Go, go to him.

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